I'm a mechanic from Oklahoma that dropped out to high school to work and started boosting cars to make a little extra money. I moved to Zelenogorsk to work with my Father. The crime was a little more rampant overseas so I took it upon myself to get guns licenses and buy a pump-shotgun but I never really figured I need to use it because most of the people in Zelenogorsk were nice. One morning my father was working on a midsized sedan when suddenly one of the jack stands broke and he was crushed underneath the car. After that, despite being as young as I was, I ran the shop by myself and hired one of the local men. One morning on a slow day a customer came limping through the garage door, I asked him if he needed anything and he didn't respond, he came close to one of my employee and shockingly the customer beat my employee to death without hesitation or warning. I quickly when to my office to grab the shotgun, The customer smashed the glass to my office and I shot and killed him. I got a closer look at him and he was badly decomposed, it was like he came back from the dead.